Dusk on the Lake of Dreams

You can lie down now.The daylilies are drooping,their petals drunk with sun and bees.The shadows of trees are growing longer,pulling the covers of evening over us.Whatever it was you were striving for,consider it done, perfect.

Lie down, knowingyou are going to floateffortlessly in your small boat.The Lake of Dreams is a quiet placeright next to the Sea of Serenity,and the seas and lakes of the moonare calmer than any earthly bodies.

The daylilies, Hemerocallis,were named for two Greek words:beauty and day, the lifetime of each bloom.Lay yourself down, knowing nothingmore needs to be done just now:new lilies will open in blue dawnof their own accord,

like your fists gradually unfurling.So as dusk rises upover the darkening land,let this one day end in peace.You needn’t remember the dreams,only let them bear you safelyover the dark horizon.

Margaret Holley’s fifth book of poems is Walking Through the Horizon (University of Arkansas Press). Newer poems have appeared online at Bluepepper, Eclectica, Gnarled Oak, The Tower Journal, and Valparaiso Poetry Review. Former director of the Creative Writing Program at Bryn Mawr College, she currently lives with her husband in Wilmington, Delaware, and serves as a docent at Winterthur Museum and Gardens.

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